In the great meeting room of the Imperial Palace. Seated at the immense oak table were Orion and Astria, the imposing Queen of the Celestial Kingdom of Fire.
"So, King Orion, how are you?" Astria began, her voice calm but full of authority as her eyes carefully assessed the man in front of her.
Orion, leaning back in his chair, looked away from the bodyguards accompanying the Queen, clearly suspicious.
"The preparations have gone better than I expected, Queen," he replied, crossing his arms and then focusing directly on Astria. "But… I don't know if they will meet your expectations."
Astria leaned forward slightly, a small smile on her lips.
"We don't need extravagances for this tournament, Orion. What we need are clear goals and concrete results," she declared, fixing the Emperor with a piercing gaze.
Orion briefly looked away to the living room window, where he could see the skyline of the majestic capital.
